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the name of heaven was happening to her?
    As she stumbled away from him, his lips quirked in a mocking challenge. “I shall have to assess your qualifications before we talk business, my dear.”
    Kacey took another step back. Her pulse was wild, her heart slamming against her ribs. Something was very, very wrong here.
    â€œCassandra sent my vita ages ago,” she snapped. “Or are you having second thoughts because I’m a woman?”
    â€œOh, I wouldn’t have it any other way, my dear,” he said silkily.
    Their eyes locked, slate-gray to jade-green. The force of the contact was enough to make her jump.
    Kacey’s jaw set in a mutinous line. The man was a bastard, no mistake about it, but this job was too important to risk losing. Steady, kiddo. Show him that it takes a damn sight more than one insolent Englishman to frighten you away!
    She was just getting ready to tell him so when his hand curved around her shoulder, slipping deep into the warm hair at the back of her neck. Her eyes widened in shocked inquiry. She tried to speak, but her throat was suddenly too dry.
    â€œVery nice indeed,” he murmured. “Kacey, did you say your name was? Let me see—personable. Intelligent. Open to new ideas. Everything I requested. You are all those things, aren’t you?” His voice, just beside her ear, was low and darkly intimate, as if they were sharing a private joke.
    â€œYes, I suppose so,” Kacey began impatiently. “But—”
    And then his mouth came down on hers, darker than theshadows gathering through the stable. As electric as the bright, jagged bolts playing out over the channel.
    As fiercely erotic as any of those forbidden thoughts she had been trying so hard to ignore.
    His mouth opened, urgent and persuasive, demanding a response. And somehow Kacey gave it, her lips softening beneath his.
    His breath hissed out in a hot growl of triumph.
    He wanted her, she thought dimly.
    And, dear God, she wanted him to want her. Suddenly it seemed as if her whole life had been no more than a prelude to this moment.
    She didn’t move, dizzy with shock. What was happening to her? For wild heartbeats, she stood paralyzed beneath his touch, aware of a thousand different sensations at once.
    The cold still air on her face and neck. The lingering smell of hay and old leather. The distracting tickle of his tweed collar against her neck.
    And always there was the raw awareness of the man himself. His mouth hot against hers. His fingers, powerful and demanding, where they teased her neck to electric awareness. His restless tongue exploring the locked barrier of her lips.
    He moved over her like a man with a mission, and dimly Kacey realized that right now she was the mission.
    She caught back a moan. Suddenly she was dizzy and spinning and nothing else in the world mattered but that he stop.
    And that he never stop.
    His ribs crushed her chest, and his taut thighs backed her against the wall. She blinked, stunned by the hardness of his body pressing against her softness.
    A raw, choked moan escaped her dry throat. Was she mad? She drew her palms up to his chest, meaning to push him away.
    But he caught the sound of her moan between his open lips and answered with a hoarse groan of his own. He seemed to senseexactly where to skim her neck to drive her wild, exactly how to stroke her tongue until she was shivering with need.
    And somehow Kacey seemed to know the same. How to smooth the hard, corded muscles at his shoulders. How to feather her fingers through the black hair at his temples. How much he enjoyed it when she tightened her lips around his restless tongue and drew a ragged moan from him in turn.
    Not if, but when. As if she’d done this all a thousand times before.
    Her fingers tensed at his chest. But you have touched him like this before, a dark voice whispered. And he’s touched you just the same. Until you begged him for more—much more—than